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Thursday, March 3, 2011

The Lazy Man's Lament

The flu is gone. It's time to get back to work.

I only wish my brain worked that way. You see, being sick completely wrecked my self-imposed work regimen. I didn't write; I couldn't.

What I could do is lie there and watch junk TV while all those fissures in my brain smoothed themselves out. I had a solid week of nothing but the worst of the worst -- COPS. Las Vegas Jailhouse. Operation Repo. Even, heaven help me, World's Dumbest.

And I loved it. I loved every glorious empty moment of it. I didn't have to create, or critique, or even consider. All I had to do was watch. Slime mold should learn to me as passive as I. I was flatlined. Coroners gathered at my door. Undertakers made measurements. Crows stood on one foot, ready to snatch up a tender eyeball at an instant's notice.

But now that my traitor body has fought off the invaders, I can no longer claim fever and fatigue keep me from the keyboard. So here I am, fingers poised, ready to create Deathless Prose and Salable Manuscript.

I get as far as 'The' before some little voice whispers 'Hey, isn't 30 Rock on about now?'